Plants that wake when others sleep. Timid jasmine buds that keep their fragrance to themselves all day, but when the sunlight dies away let the delicious secret out to every breeze that roams about.

Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade, / Where cold and unhonoured his relics are laid.

Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, / Which I gaze on so fondly to-day.

"Tell me, what's Love?" said Youth, one day, To drooping Age, who crost his way, "It is a sunny hour of play, For which repentance dear doth pay, Repentance! Repentance! And this is Love, as wise men say

The ordinary acts we practice every day at home are of more importance to the soul than their simplicity might suggest.

From plants that wake when others sleep, from timid jasmine buds that keep their odour to themselves all day, but when the sunlight dies away let the delicious secret out to every breeze that roams about.